Where Death Meets Life

This morning at 4:40 a.m., my Uncle John passed away. This is not what I thought would inspire my first post,  but life has a way of changing your plans. So...

Sometimes, death can be a friend. We often view losing a loved one, as just that. Losing. And for us still left on this earth, it is a great loss in our lives.

Uncle John battled aggressive cancer for a long time, and things kept getting progressively worse. His last few days were spent in the hospital with severe pain, until he breathed his last and instantaneously found himself in the peace of Heaven.

Sometimes, death is a friend. When death means an exchange of suffering and pain, for peace and worship in the presence of Jesus. When death means never hearing "The cancer is spreading", "we've found another tumor" "the chemo just isn't working" again. When death means spending eternity with the Great Physician.

So while we mourn the loss of a great man in our lives, let us rejoice that he now has life, eternal life, in the presence of his Savior.

a.a.